( CYCLE :STIGMA OUR SOULS )
You could have been bird all time
Free fly, have somewhere a home
But you rooted yourself in a lie
Like a bad’s man unlucky dog
Why, oh why you rooted yourseld in lie
Whether, oh how can you there get out
From these roots now really to tear away
If thats, I hope, you will finally decide
Becouse sometimes a lie is such nice
Allows you to live in world of dreams
Dreams of true love, very good being
Wealth, power, living magical places
However lie is satan’s temptation
Suffering, madness, did you know
To be deluded yourseld don’t allow
Don’t get addices from fake action
Don’t take out dreams of your heart
Still try to tear out just roots of a lie
Tangled roots blocking you own path
Fight this weakness as soon possible
And if with i all yet you can’t part
With your terrible illness, a lie
Then try make of it a mocking fact
Singpost, ironic apuppet roadside
Now a dead end street, a direction
On return loop little prayer chapel
For a wise, exploatory reflections
For our hearts still a soothing haven
Be an actor in burned-out theat
To be bottom to exploit the lie
Then sit down and the nicest cry
Long, such until the last tear falls
Your Truth’s Angel quide you further
And He will tell: you are the winner
These are to freedom your first steps
Go and learn, experience,be yourself
(March 6, 2026
